Title: Valgfritt

Text: This is the air, that is the glorious sun. This pearl she gave me, I do feel 't and see 't, and though 'tis wonder that enwraps me thus, yet 'tis not madness. Where's Antonio, then? I could not find him at the Elephant. Yet there he was, and there I found this credit, that he did range the town to seek me out. His counsel now might do me golden service. For though my soul disputes well with my sense that this may be some error, but no madness. Hver avsnitt vil være en test.

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